Jacking-Off Log

[rosco rathbone]

Don't forget Dietrich. He'll even let you watch.

He's not jacking-he's just publically gloating because his body has not yet rejected the donkey cock transplant. It wasn't worth it, though. The immunosuppressants have rendered the rest of his corpus meager, shallow, pasty, ghoulish and vile. Nothing but a rudimentary pulmonary-circulatorio-nervous system supporting a transplanted tool.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I haven't jacked since my last confession. It might be these pep pills I keep taking.

 

[Queen Bee]

Yesterday I was horny all day, so when I was finally alone and could indulge myself, I was already so wet that I had to keep a towel under me. I sat in the computer chair, feet braced against the desk, and buzzed my toy up and down my slit.

My pubic bone was still tender from the hand-grinding episode of a few days ago, so that added a pleasant little frisson of pain. I came pretty hard, maybe a 7.5.

 

[uatu]

Had a few miscellaneous shots over the last few days...

But this morning..... this morning, I masturbated for a half hour while a woman of my acquainance from other boards watched me over Yahoo.

After about fifteen minutes, I was riding the crest of a wave, trying to hold on until she told me to come for her...

Loved it.

 

[P. B. Walker]

I had a fantastic jerk last night. Great O, rate it a 8. Great spurts... about 5 launched about 6 to 8 inches in the air. Larger than average load: Rate it a 7.5.

Finished on cam... weeeeee.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I nutted today, will write it up tommorrow.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Ok, here's the nut. I was touching my unit and reading BDSM personals. There was one, a beautiful Filipina girl who looked almost like Amanda Lepore-same wide red mouth-that made me get an erection. She said she desired to be used as an oral slave. That did it. I had to jack.

I jumped up, ran to the ejaculatorium, dropt trou, took a wide stance, rested my nutsack on the cool porcelean rim of the ejaculation basin and commenced to yankeling. It only took 20-30 sec of high speed jacking before I felt a load stirring in the depths of my balls.

Weird image flashed before my eyes: the girl in the ad, but with her hair shaved off by me, wearing a tight-fitting oral-servitude hood with a large handle on top of the head like a Teletubby antenna, designed by me to offer alternative handhold in absence of hair-kneeling before me with mouth open wide to recieve the vile elixir. (This all just a momentary blipvert across the surface of my orgasmic consciousness).

I took a deep breath and performed a deep relaxation as the cream of the crop began its rise to the top of the pops. I've done this before, but this time I did it twice, once again right in the middle of the ejaculatory process. This caused me to bust off the strongest nut I've had in quite some time. Perhaps not jacking for a week or so had something to do with it. I opened my eyes as I frantically pumped out the last drops and caught in glimpse in the ejaculatorium mirror of my fuckface. My furious fuckface.

Nut: very intense, actually caught about 6 inches of air and besplattered the far rim of the ejaculation basin.

Load: average size, colour a bit off (a week "aging in the cask" will do that to a load), consistency: splattery.

 

[Riles]

Time: 7:00am this morning
Place & Setting: Sitting in a muskoka chair on our private beach facing the water. I was out drinking my coffee and listening to the loons. Dressed in a navy blue muslim dress shirt with the sleeves rolled a few times and white cotton panties with a blue floral print.

Trigger: Thoughts of "he" and I stealing a private moment in the back of the Jeep on Tuesday night. I didn't climax that night for some reason, but I've been anxious ever since and the remembered feel of him trying to hold off his own that night have caused a dampening of my panties several times, but I haven't done anything about it. This morning I was mesmerized by the feeling of him pumping inside and then tensing, the held breath, the tightening of his grip on my hips when I would choose that moment to flex on him, knowing he was so close. These thoughts had me rubbing my clit through my panties, pulling the soft cotton up between my lips as I spread my thighs wide to the expanse of water before me. All it took was a few tugs of that cotton and my bottom squirming around on the wooden chair to make fireworks shoot off inside my moist opening.

Overall this was a fantastic orgasm and the remembrance of it has me squirming again...perhaps there'll be more to report by noon.

 

[sjl_mn]

damn,, is it noon yet? cant wait for further details!

 

[Dietrich K.]

He's not jacking-he's just publically gloating because his body has not yet rejected the donkey cock transplant. It wasn't worth it, though. The immunosuppressants have rendered the rest of his corpus meager, shallow, pasty, ghoulish and vile. Nothing but a rudimentary pulmonary-circulatorio-nervous system supporting a transplanted tool.

Works for me!

 

[Riles]

True to my word, I do have another report to log. It seems as though my sex drive was turned off for a week, and now someone has cranked the dial to Max. today.

Time: 11:45am today.
Place & Setting: I initially started out sitting on my couch, reading work emails and playing around in Lit, but the thought of this mornings playtime and posting had me thoroughly distracted. I was/am wearing black yoga pants and a white lycra tank top. As I was writing this mornings post, I felt those familiar stirrings between my thighs and as I stated...I knew I'd be back for more. I kept squeezing my legs together, drawing out the ache from within until there was a pulsing at my oval opening. All my thoughts became focused on that tight little hole and how it feels when his seemingly massive member invades me during that first moment of entry. I tried to stay still, tried to keep my hands away and tried to still the squirming of my bottom on the sofa...it was to no avail. I wanted him and I wanted him NOW. I turned and leaned over the back of the sofa, my knees on the cushions and my breasts crushed against the back padding. There was no teasing caresses this time. My right hand peeled the fabric of my pants down over my hips, the elastic causing them to stay hugged just under the roundness of my tush. I spread my stance on my knees a little wider and immediately drove two fingers up inside. It took little time for my climax to hit me, soaking my palm as I mimicked his thrusting. The sounds of my breath puffing in and out as I worked only spurred me on, with his name breaking on my lips as I fucked him (my fingers) at a frenzied pace.

Overall this climax was very satisfying, but as with all self-indulgences, I still ache for the feel of being stretched by him.

 

[sjl_mn]

harahhhhhhhhh!

 

[sjl_mn]

riles

excelent!! bravo!!

 

[Riles]

Re: riles

excelent!! bravo!!

*chuckling*

Pleased you enjoyed it.

 

[P. B. Walker]

I grabbed a quick nut before my ride today. Dumb ass move. I felt totally drained on my ride. Course it could have been the 95+ degree heat and high humidity.
It was a total quicky. Orgasm rating: 4, load rating: 3.

 

[Guest]

 

[rosco rathbone]

I grabbed a quick nut before my ride today. Dumb ass move. I felt totally drained on my ride. Course it could have been the 95+ degree heat and high humidity.
It was a total quicky. Orgasm rating: 4, load rating: 3.

Every once in a while; I make the mistake of nutting before either work or band practice. I keep thinking something along the lines of "it's a patriarchal myth that men lose energy after nutting...they really just want to avoid intimacy with their partners by feigning sleep". I actually believe this shit on some deep level. So, I nut and am a lesser man for it and curse my lust in the aftermath thereof, like a morning hangover drinker swearing off the juice until the next evening.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Fucking nasty. First you make me think about your chubby little hand wrapped around that tiny little worm you're calling a cock and then you make me think about your fat ass drooping over the sides of a bike seat, sweating like the dirty foaming pig that you are. Just fucking nasty.

Like someone is really holding your head by the topknot and jamming your face into the screen; forcing you to read of the peebsters' jacks.
Loosen up and report a jack of your own. It is mainly bitches here anyway.

 

[TWB]

Fucking nasty. First you make me think about your chubby little hand wrapped around that tiny little worm you're calling a cock and then you make me think about your fat ass drooping over the sides of a bike seat, sweating like the dirty foaming pig that you are. Just fucking nasty.

Just wait till I let my toothless grin loose on you, baby.

 

[rosco rathbone]

another aborted jack

Went for an insomnia jack at 4am eastern. Lying out on the old couch, sweating in this hothouse of an apt. As I idly played with my joint, my mind wandered back over recent sexings. Banging my out-of-town Jamaican girl from behind, standing up, her head hanging out the hotel window, her eyes shut, rocking her. The hotdog man on the corner watching us impassively. Beating her ass with the strap and then forcing her to her knees for a suck. Memories of this kind caused me to get hard as can be and I commenced to jack. But, for some reason, as soon as I formed the idea of nutting in my mind; I lost all sexual concentration. I came to an unspecified ammount of time later, to find that, while I had been jacking all along, I had actually been thinking about the insect-replicant from Frank Herbert's little known eco-horror novella The Green Brain. At this point I gave up and went back to the A/C.

 

[s'lara]

Re: another aborted jack

Went for an insomnia jack at 4am eastern. Lying out on the old couch, sweating in this hothouse of an apt. As I idly played with my joint, my mind wandered back over recent sexings. Banging my out-of-town Jamaican girl from behind, standing up, her head hanging out the hotel window, her eyes shut, rocking her. The hotdog man on the corner watching us impassively. Beating her ass with the strap and then forcing her to her knees for a suck. Memories of this kind caused me to get hard as can be and I commenced to jack. But, for some reason, as soon as I formed the idea of nutting in my mind; I lost all sexual concentration. I came to an unspecified ammount of time later, to find that, while I had been jacking all along, I had actually been thinking about the insect-replicant from Frank Herbert's little known eco-horror novella The Green Brain. At this point I gave up and went back to the A/C.

RR ... i wander onto the GB infrequently and am rarely surprised by some of the threads. This one caused a distinct sputter and a "nuh uh ... no he didn't!"

*laughs softly* i guess i need to get out of the BDSM thread more often. Or maybe not. i might slip on something.

lara

 

[rosco rathbone]

Re: Re: another aborted jack

RR ... i wander onto the GB infrequently and am rarely surprised by some of the threads. This one caused a distinct sputter and a "nuh uh ... no he didn't!"

*laughs softly* i guess i need to get out of the BDSM thread more often. Or maybe not. i might slip on something.

lara

Oh yes I did, mama.

Now sit here on this tuffet; I have a bowl of curd & whey for you.

 

[T.H. Oughts]

About too... got new batteries also.

 

[Riles]

What is it about the smell of his sweat that makes me so damned aroused?

I slept last night with my body drapped over his, the sweat caused from our amourous activities clinging to us. Then I awoke this morning without time for anything but a quick wash, I could smell his sweat on me...it drove me wild. My sore, well used, aching little cunt still managed to produce stunning amounts of moisture as I frollicked in the water. I missed him though. It's harder now for me to achieve orgasm without his beautiful cock filling some orifice of mine....but still, I came hard as the cool water lapped at my breasts and the sun kissed my shoulders, neck and face.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Just because I am psycho-emotiono-physio-dead below the waist is no reason for my fellow losers to start jacking and slacking. Report all motherfucking jacks. Peebs, I know for a fact you are jacking and slacking.